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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Audionom,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.