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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.