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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the grunge 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Brick,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.