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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.