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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Q and Not U to the disco 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi 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?
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.