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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Brick,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.