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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.