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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.