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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
The Names,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.