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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.