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 Finland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.