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 Moldova and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 the Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.