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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.