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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.