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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Little Man,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.