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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.