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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
JFA,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.