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 Tonga and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.