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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Rakim,
UT,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.