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 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.