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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.