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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.