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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Livin' Joy to the grime 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths 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?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.