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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
John Cale,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.