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 Israel and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.