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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
New Order,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.