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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rotary Connection to the rap 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.