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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
the Association,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.