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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.