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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 The Trojans to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.