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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.