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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.