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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
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.