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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Von Mondo to the rock 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.