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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 American Breed 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.