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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 48th St. Collective to the funk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.