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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.