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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the electroclash 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.