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 Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
MC5,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.