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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.