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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Echospace to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Wings,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.