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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.