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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.