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 Iran and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the punk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
The Litter,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.