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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.