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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
the Human League,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.