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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.