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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
MC5,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.