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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.