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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Black Flag to the grunge 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.