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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Swans,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.