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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Barrington Levy to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.