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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.