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 London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.