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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.