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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Warsaw to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.