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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.