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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
The Index,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.