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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.