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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.