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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.