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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe 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?
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.