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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.