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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.