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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.