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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.