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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.