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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.