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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 X-101 to the dance 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Wire,
The Litter,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.