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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.