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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Gong,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.