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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.