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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.