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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.