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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.