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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.