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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Make Up,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.