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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.