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 Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.