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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Technova,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.