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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.