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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Q65,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.