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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Slits 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy 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?
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.