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 Dominica and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.