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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.