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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Whodini to the punk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.