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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.