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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.