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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.