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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Television,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.