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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.