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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.