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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.