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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.