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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.