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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.