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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.