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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.