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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.