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 Colombia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Funkadelic 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.