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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.