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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
AZ,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.