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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.