Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.