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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Count Five to the rap 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.