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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.