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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.