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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s 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 Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.