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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.