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 Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 organ 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.