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 Equatorial Guinea and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.