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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.