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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the punk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Scion,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.