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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Delta 5 to the grunge 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.