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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Crime,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.