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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.