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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 an oboe and a snare 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.