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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.