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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Television,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.