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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.