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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Fugs to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.