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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.