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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.