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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.