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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.