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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Make Up,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
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.