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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.