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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Massinfluence to the jazz 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
UT,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.