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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.