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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.