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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.