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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.