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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Germs to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.