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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Knickerbockers to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.