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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.