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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Urselle,
10cc,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Nas,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.