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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.