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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.