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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 China Crisis to the crunk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
The Remains,
DNA,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Nico,
the Association,
Monks,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.