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 Belgium 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.