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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
UT,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.