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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Lyres,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.