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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.