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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the electroclash 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes 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?
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.