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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.