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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.