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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 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?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.