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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bill Wells to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.