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 France and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.