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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.