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 Kosovo 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
JFA,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.