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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.