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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Swans,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.