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 Hungary and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.