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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.