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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Junior Murvin to the dance 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
JFA,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.