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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 The Martian to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Jandek,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.