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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.