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 United States and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.