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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Suicide to the grunge 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.