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 United States and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.