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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.