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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.