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 Georgia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.