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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fugazi to the electroclash 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
The Index,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.