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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.