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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the electroclash 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.