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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.