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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.