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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.