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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.