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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.