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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.