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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.