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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.