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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.