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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
CMW,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.