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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Wings,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.