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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.