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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.