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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.