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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Inner City,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
June Days,
Hashim,
MDC,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.