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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Index,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.