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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 New York Dolls to the rock 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Television,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.