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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nik Kershaw to the rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
cv313,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.