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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Wings,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.