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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.