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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.