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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.