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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.