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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.