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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Mad Mike to the punk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
CMW,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.