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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Mars,
June of 44,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
ABC,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.