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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.