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 Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
cv313,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.