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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.