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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Can,
AZ,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.