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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Japan,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.