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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
The Busters,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.