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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.