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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.