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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.