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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.