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 Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the rap 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.