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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.