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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Television,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.