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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.