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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.