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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.