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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.