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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Monks,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.