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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.