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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the rock 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.