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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Qualms,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.