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 Papua New Guinea 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.