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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.