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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Dual Sessions to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.