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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.