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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Bob Dylan to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
UT,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.