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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.