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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.