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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
ABC,
Can,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.