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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.