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 Tuvalu 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.