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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.