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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.