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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.