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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scientists to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.