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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.