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 Montenegro 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.