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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.