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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the dance 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.