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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
DNA,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.