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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Television,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.