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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.