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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moleskins to the rap 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.