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 Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.