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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Toni Rubio to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.