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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.