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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Quantec,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.