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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Evens,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
PIL,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.