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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.