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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.