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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Television,
Ultravox,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.