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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.