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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.