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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.