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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.