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 Panama 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blake Baxter to the rap 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.