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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.