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 China and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Excepter,
cv313,
UT,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.