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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.