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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Althea and Donna to the grime 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.