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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.