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 India and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sound 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.