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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.