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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Q65,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.