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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.