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 Canada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the techno 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Smog,
Model 500,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.