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 Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Slave,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.