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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Monks,
Wings,
The Motions,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.