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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.