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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.