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 Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.