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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.