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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.