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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.