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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.