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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe 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 The Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.