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 Burkina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.