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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.