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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Cowsills to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.