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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.