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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.