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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.