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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.