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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Can,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.