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 Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Symarip,
The Evens,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.