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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
The Monks,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
June Days,
Franke,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.