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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.