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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.