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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Excepter to the rap 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids 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 grunge 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Scion,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.