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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.