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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.