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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.