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 Belarus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s.
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 Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.