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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.