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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.