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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the funk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.