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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Slits 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
New Order,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.