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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Model 500,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.