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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Max Romeo to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.