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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Index,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.