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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
cv313,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.