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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.