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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.