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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cramps to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.