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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.