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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Main Source to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.