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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.