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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Slave,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.