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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.