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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.