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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.