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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Magma,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.