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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Organ,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.