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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
the Human League,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.