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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 In Retrospect to the funk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.