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 Portugal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Associates to the jazz 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.