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 Cyprus and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Q65,
Gong,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
X-102,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.