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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Junior Murvin 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.