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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 ABC to the grime 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
DNA,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.