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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 mellotron 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.