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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Section 25 to the rap 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.