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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Faust,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.