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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.