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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the rap 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
The Remains,
X-101,
Franke,
the Normal,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.