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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.