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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.