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 Turkmenistan 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.