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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.