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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.