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 Panama and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.