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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.