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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.