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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.