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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.