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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.