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 Chad 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.