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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Q65,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.