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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.