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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.