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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Slits to the electroclash 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
UT,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.