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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.