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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.