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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.