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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ponytail to the jazz 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.