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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the dance 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.