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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith 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?
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Nas,
The Residents,
PIL,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Pole,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.