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 Samoa 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 June of 44 to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.