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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Nick Fraelich 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.