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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.