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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
a-ha,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.