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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.