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 Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.