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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.