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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Technova,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Neu!,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.