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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.