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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 AZ to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.