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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 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 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 The American Breed to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.