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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.