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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.