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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cowsills to the disco 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.