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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.