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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.