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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.