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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 organ 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.