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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.