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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.