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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 Q and Not U 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.