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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 The Searchers to the jazz 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.