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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.