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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
MDC,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.