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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.