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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Model 500,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.