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 Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.