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 Benin and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
UT,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.