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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.