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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.