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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.