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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Lungfish,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.