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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.