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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.