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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Franke,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.