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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.