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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.