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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.