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 Honduras and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.