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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.