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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Faust 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Lyres,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
The Associates,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.