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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Crime,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.