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 South Sudan 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.