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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.