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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.