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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.