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 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Television to the techno 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Roxette,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.