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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.