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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
UT,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.