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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
This Heat,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.