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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.