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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Index,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.