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 Belize 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Q65,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.