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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.