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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.