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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Pole,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.