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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Scion,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.