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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.