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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.