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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.