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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.