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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.