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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.