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 Gambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 marimba 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.