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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.