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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.