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 Bahamas and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Selecter 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
UT,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.