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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.