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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
June Days,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.