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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.