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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.