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 Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.