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 Mali and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Unwound to the rock 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
ABC,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.