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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.