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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Qualms,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.