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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fall to the grime 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.