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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
The Index,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Franke,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.