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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Pole,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.