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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Negative Approach 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.