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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.