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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.