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 Lithuania 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Warren Ellis to the grime 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.