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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.