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 South Africa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.