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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.