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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the rap 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.