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 Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the grime 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.