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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 The Dead C to the funk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.