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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Gong,
The Fall,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.