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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.