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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Joy Division to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.