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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
AZ,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.