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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.