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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.