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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.