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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.