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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders 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?
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.