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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.