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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.