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 Mauritania 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.