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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.