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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Nas,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.