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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.