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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.