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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Urselle,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.