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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.