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 Pakistan 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.