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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.