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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.