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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 808 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 The Gap Band to the jazz 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.