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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.