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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.