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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Magma,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.