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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Angry Samoans to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.