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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Wings,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Gong,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.