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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the grunge 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.