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 Togo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.