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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.