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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.