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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.