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 Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the grime 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Ronan,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.