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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.