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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs 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?
Nico,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.