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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.