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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Fear,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.