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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti 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?
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.