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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.