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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.