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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.