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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang Starr to the grime 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.