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 Estonia and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.