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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Underground Resistance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.