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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.