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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.