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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Ossler to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.