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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.