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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.