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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.