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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 the Sonics to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.