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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Fugazi to the disco 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Liliput,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.