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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.