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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.