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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.