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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 and the Furious Five to the disco 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Audionom,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.