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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.