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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
AZ,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.