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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Skarface,
10cc,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.