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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.