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 Peru and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.