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 Vanuatu 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.