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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
UT,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.