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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
JFA,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.