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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 theremin 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.