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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.