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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.