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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.