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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.