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 India and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.