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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.