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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.