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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.