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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.