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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.