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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 New York Dolls to the rap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Scion,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.