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 Macedonia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Public Enemy to the dance 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.