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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Television to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.