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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Techniques to the electroclash 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.