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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Moebius,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.