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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.