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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Rakim,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.