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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.