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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacques Brel to the grime 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.