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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Excepter,
10cc,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.